She looks like this girl I knew who was in a really bad car accident and they had to reconstruct her face. It looked good, but it was never quite right.

I think I saw that on a Hallmark card once.

It's a true story. I was 11 years old. It was my best friend's 8 year old sister, and we were in the car too. His mother was driving. We got broadsided by a truck that ran a stop sign (a fucking Canadian truck, by the way), and her face was smashed.

I was sitting on the side that got hit, in the front seat, and she was behind me in the back. My head hit the windshield and I got a concussion. I was out cold for five or ten minutes and when I came to, my friend was happy and said, "We thought you were dead!" I guess I was pretty bloody.

The sister was in the back seat screaming in a way I've never heard before or since, and her face was kind of pushed in. There was bloody fluid of some kind pooling around her eyes, and she had her hands in front of her, kind of like a rabbit, clawing at something like she was trying to make it stop. The screaming would stop for a few seconds at a time, when she'd gasp a breath, and then she'd scream again. She just kept screaming.

The mother was wandering around in shock. The two year old boy had been thrown from the car, which had gone off the road and flipped twice. Miraculously, he landed in the soft dirt of a corn field and was uninjured.

The driver of the truck was limping, with a broken leg, down the road a half mile away trying to get help.

The girl stopped screaming, so my friend and I got in the car and looked over the back seat at her. She had stopped breathing.

I said, "I think we should give her mouth-to-mouth."

He said, "Go ahead. Do it."

I said, "You do it. She's your sister."

He said, "No, you do it." And we laughed. (11 years old, remember?)

Instead, I tapped her on the side of the face twice, and that somehow brought her around.

I remember the firemen showing up and making me lie down, and being told I was in shock. I had two bad cuts on my head that later needed stitches. They picked a lot of small bits of broken windshield out of my scalp.

I was in the ER's critical unit alongside the girl, and she never stopped screaming. They put up a dividing curtain and started doing stuff to her I couldn't see. Eventually I guess they sedated her, because it became more of a continuous whimpering sound.

They took xrays of me and (I found out later) sent for a brain surgeon, who came in by helicopter from a city an hour away (the local surgeons were all busy with the girl and I guess my swelling or whatever was something they could watch first). Whatever was wrong got better and they didn't need him.

I didn't see her again until after the Summer, at school. She looked pretty, and that was odd because before, she wasn't. She didn't have buck teeth any more, her cheekbones weren't as prominent, and her hair was different. But somehow, something didn't look right, like things weren't spaced properly or were too perfectly symmetric, and her jaw was too pointy or something.

There's been a four-way stop at that intersection ever since.

Then, when I was in high school, there was a girl who jumped or got knocked off a railroad bridge by a train and landed on the big, jagged rocks 12 feet below. After, I used to walk her to some of her classes, when she was bald, couldn't talk right, and was all wobbly, and most people were afraid of her.

She had been nice looking but kind of a bitch before, and somehow it turned her into a really nice person. They did a pretty good job with her too. She didn't look half bad once her hair grew back, but she looked different too._________________Deja Moo: the feeling that you've heard this bull before

Punk and most of it's absurd sub-genres and closely related counterparts, rockabilly, psychobilly, some ska/reggae, old country, older crappy garage rock. Tend to like raw, gritty, or rootsy, guitar based music that's not overproduced. Also like it if it has something of a manic edge and I'm a sucker for some odd combination of off-beats and minor keys, that I can't properly describe. Don't care for emotionless and needlessly complex music Although complex isn't bad if it's got some soul to it. Technical musical prowess doesn't do a thing for me unless I can feel the performers emotions bursting through. Anything glossy and overproduced turns me off. Generally slow=boring in my book, but some of the more folksy stuff in my collection falls outside of this guideline. Someone once described my musical taste as similar to eating raw coffee grounds. I get that it's something of an acquired taste and don't try to force it on other people.

Have plenty of other random crap in my collection that doesn't fit in any of the above genres. When I was younger, I wouldn't give anything outside my narrow preferences much of a chance, but as I've gotten older I pretty much listen to whatever catches my ear._________________

To bad the album is only available as an MP3 download from Amazon and iTunes. I want a CD or flac, I'm not paying money for mp3's. This version of the song is better than the album version...the mix on the album version lowered the guitar and raised the keyboards.

I agree with wanting CD or FLAC. If I _really_ liked the music, I'd consider paying in the ~$5 range for an entire lossy compression "album."

Can't say that either of those two grab me. The first one wasn't bad, might be worth exploring some of their other stuff. Initially I thought I was going to like the second better, but the punchy rhythm of the vocals didn't appeal. I'll still probably given them a listen to see._________________lolgov. 'cause where we're going, you don't have civil liberties.

Punk and most of it's absurd sub-genres and closely related counterparts, rockabilly, psychobilly, some ska/reggae, old country, older crappy garage rock. Tend to like raw, gritty, or rootsy, guitar based music that's not overproduced. Also like it if it has something of a manic edge and I'm a sucker for some odd combination of off-beats and minor keys, that I can't properly describe.

That describes most of the music (aside from classical) that caught my ear before I heard Goa proper (meaning, listening to Goa on 500+ micrograms).

These days, while I can still appreciate what brought me to where I am now... I loves me some 3d soundscapes. _________________I, for one, am glad to be living on a planet with 776x the mass of the super-massive black hole at the center of the milky way just to keep Neptune in its daily orbit around the Earth.
auf alten Schiffen lernt man Segeln.

She looks like this girl I knew who was in a really bad car accident and they had to reconstruct her face. It looked good, but it was never quite right.

I think I saw that on a Hallmark card once.

It's a true story. I was 11 years old. It was my best friend's 8 year old sister, and we were in the car too. His mother was driving. We got broadsided by a truck that ran a stop sign (a fucking Canadian truck, by the way), and her face was smashed.

I was sitting on the side that got hit, in the front seat, and she was behind me in the back. My head hit the windshield and I got a concussion. I was out cold for five or ten minutes and when I came to, my friend was happy and said, "We thought you were dead!" I guess I was pretty bloody.

The sister was in the back seat screaming in a way I've never heard before or since, and her face was kind of pushed in. There was bloody fluid of some kind pooling around her eyes, and she had her hands in front of her, kind of like a rabbit, clawing at something like she was trying to make it stop. The screaming would stop for a few seconds at a time, when she'd gasp a breath, and then she'd scream again. She just kept screaming.

The mother was wandering around in shock. The two year old boy had been thrown from the car, which had gone off the road and flipped twice. Miraculously, he landed in the soft dirt of a corn field and was uninjured.

The driver of the truck was limping, with a broken leg, down the road a half mile away trying to get help.

The girl stopped screaming, so my friend and I got in the car and looked over the back seat at her. She had stopped breathing.

I said, "I think we should give her mouth-to-mouth."

He said, "Go ahead. Do it."

I said, "You do it. She's your sister."

He said, "No, you do it." And we laughed. (11 years old, remember?)

Instead, I tapped her on the side of the face twice, and that somehow brought her around.

I remember the firemen showing up and making me lie down, and being told I was in shock. I had two bad cuts on my head that later needed stitches. They picked a lot of small bits of broken windshield out of my scalp.

I was in the ER's critical unit alongside the girl, and she never stopped screaming. They put up a dividing curtain and started doing stuff to her I couldn't see. Eventually I guess they sedated her, because it became more of a continuous whimpering sound.

They took xrays of me and (I found out later) sent for a brain surgeon, who came in by helicopter from a city an hour away (the local surgeons were all busy with the girl and I guess my swelling or whatever was something they could watch first). Whatever was wrong got better and they didn't need him.

I didn't see her again until after the Summer, at school. She looked pretty, and that was odd because before, she wasn't. She didn't have buck teeth any more, her cheekbones weren't as prominent, and her hair was different. But somehow, something didn't look right, like things weren't spaced properly or were too perfectly symmetric, and her jaw was too pointy or something.

There's been a four-way stop at that intersection ever since.

Then, when I was in high school, there was a girl who jumped or got knocked off a railroad bridge by a train and landed on the big, jagged rocks 12 feet below. After, I used to walk her to some of her classes, when she was bald, couldn't talk right, and was all wobbly, and most people were afraid of her.

She had been nice looking but kind of a bitch before, and somehow it turned her into a really nice person. They did a pretty good job with her too. She didn't look half bad once her hair grew back, but she looked different too.

one night my family was on its way to some restaurant half an hour (over small roads) away. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, my parents saw a motorcycle... and found the driver in ditch.

My das broke out his fat emergency suitcase and went on to work on that guy... being an anesthesiologist and intesive care specialist helped a lot. I was just glad the guy was too damaged to scream.._________________

AidanJT wrote:

Libertardian denial of reality is wholly unimpressive and unconvincing, and simply serves to demonstrate what a bunch of delusional fools they all are.

Do I understand correctly that part of the German driving reg is first aid training and a duty to act if you witness a wreck up?

indeed. It is an offense not to help. But most people don't have such a suitcase

Occasionally, especially when the call is near some engineering firm (evidently we still hire a lot of German engineers), we will go to an accident scene and there is a German guy in a button down shirt and slacks holding cervical spine alignment. I've always admired that they stop and help. Americans generally do not stop, especially Americans from that income bracket. African Americans also tend to stop and help, I've noticed.

Do you have Samaritan laws, also? That is, is the person who stops culpable for further injuries in the case that his actions can be shown to have caused harm rather than help? Or are they protected from civil suit if they do stop?_________________Freedom is the oxygen of the soul. -Moshe Dayan

Do I understand correctly that part of the German driving reg is first aid training and a duty to act if you witness a wreck up?

indeed. It is an offense not to help. But most people don't have such a suitcase

Occasionally, especially when the call is near some engineering firm (evidently we still hire a lot of German engineers), we will go to an accident scene and there is a German guy in a button down shirt and slacks holding cervical spine alignment. I've always admired that they stop and help. Americans generally do not stop, especially Americans from that income bracket. African Americans also tend to stop and help, I've noticed.

Do you have Samaritan laws, also? That is, is the person who stops culpable for further injuries in the case that his actions can be shown to have caused harm rather than help? Or are they protected from civil suit if they do stop?

No, not Samaritan laws - duty to help.

if you don't help, you are in trouble. > you don't have to endanger yourself. But you need a good cause not to help. No time because of the football game is not a good cause.

if you help and in good faith injure the victim even more or damage some property, you are protected. You tried to help, you are not a professional. Shit happens. Nobody can expect you to be perfect. Oh - and if you do CPR on a woman? That is not sexual assault...

if you are a professional and fuck up, you are in hot water.

if you act like a stupid ass (ass like donkey) and do harm, you are in for negligence. But for that you have to do something really stupid. The punishment will probably be mild compared to american standards - but suddenly the insurances can abuse your bank account. And they will.

That said - if you had a car accident, somebody will stop. Not always the first car, but you don't have to wait for long. It is just bad style not to offer help (unless you see that there is already someone helping but even then). As a pedestrian it might take a lot longer, especially in a crowd. Suddenly everybody thinks that somebody else should do something._________________

AidanJT wrote:

Libertardian denial of reality is wholly unimpressive and unconvincing, and simply serves to demonstrate what a bunch of delusional fools they all are.

I was just asking myself if energyman76b knows taktlo$$ ?_________________"I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language!"

too bad.. haha I thought that you were maybe able to feel this sound..._________________"I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language!"